Becoming the Priestess of Death(creepypasta) - by Siran

It was always obvious that Siran Melantha was different. So obvious that you'd have to be dead to think she's normal. Her parents never really paid a lot of attention to her. Which was the first thing that made her feel alone. She also never really had anyone to call " friend". That is, until she made her own. What Siran didn't realize is that her "imaginary" friend, wasn't as make-believe has she'd like to think.

She soon gets tossed into the paranormal world without much warning. It all starts with those dreams. Then the noises. To top it all off, she starts seeing things. Things that most people would only be able to see in their worst nightmares...but Siran has to see it in person-in her own house.

She has so many questions that need to be answered...but she doesn't have anyone to answer them. If she was alone before, she was even more so after she gets dropped into the world of spirits. Her already established disconnection with people became more predominant.

Siran soon gets the answers she's looking for...but they're from a very unusual adversary... What's happening to Siran? What are those things she keeps seeing? Why does she have to be the one to work for this fallen angel?

What is the story of the Priestess of Death...?